[VI/XII] Rambo (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse: Big K.R.I.T.]
Aw man f*ck that sh*t I been with it
I was grindin' from the sun up to sun down for Mississippi
On the late night, ain't much more that you could tell me
Ain't much that I ain't sold that you could sell me
Out of the kitchen I'm whippin' something to change up
Callin' up the radio only for them to hang up
Frustration boilin', I harbor and let it linger
Hit the booth and burn it, all of the fuel from all the anger
Goddamn, when I'm on, they gotta pay up
Every motherf*ckin' pawn that I weigh up
Roaches in our hotel, I gotta stay up
One day, God gon' answer my prayers
Angels watch over me in my city
In case a hater want my place, come get it
I never wanted more than I needed, just try to maintain
Make a couple plays and show my brothers the same thing
Ride clean even if it was a plain Jane
I used to be on foot trynna chase change
A meal a day will get me through the trenches
A pack of ramen noodles, Faygo drank ain't fulfillin'
But f*ck it, if the next step is beggin' for a biscuit
In the soup line of the church house kitchen
I put the pieces together, lo and behold
I know the game's a rabbit hole but how far does it go?
To the money, perhaps
Financial freedom is far from the trap
Far from the “f*ck you's” and fraudulent daps
Far from the city, you might need a map, to get where I'm at
The only time you ever see me drop a pen
Long as there's breath in my lungs, I keep goin' in
Long as 11 ain't the mark, I'll be at a 10
Forever multi to the very end
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I'm a paper chaser, I got my stock up high, remainin' a G
'Til the moment I expire, I know what it is
I keep it Southern when I'm bustin', I handle my biz
It's multi or it's nothin'